I've been pushing for over two very long hours.
There's music playing in the background and Chris is holding my hand.
"Mariska, I know you're in pain, and I know you've been at this for two hours, but your baby girl needs you to bring her into the world. I need another push." The doctor says gently.
Chris brushes my sweaty bangs out of my face.
"Baby, I know you can do it." Chris says.
"Dad, why don't you sit behind her and hold her legs back." The doctor says.
Chris sits behind me and holds my legs.
"You got his baby girl." Chris says
The contraction passes and I lay back against Chris.
The song switches and Chris smiles.
"Baby, it's our song." He whispers softly.
I smile just as another contraction tears through me.
"Push, Rish, push!" Chris says.
"Mariska, I can see her head." The doctor says calmly.
I drop back, my body exhausted from my labor.
I take a deep breath and I'm take by surprise when the strongest contraction I've ever had rips through my body.
I push for what feels like forever and I feel her slip from my body.
They lay her down to clean her off before they bring her over to me.
I hear her crying as they lay her on my chest.
She's absolutely beautiful. She's gorgeous.
"Hi sweet girl," I coo at her softly, "Welcome to the world."
"She's perfect, Mariska." Chris says softly.
I look up and he has tears in his eyes.
He kisses me, his hands cupping my face.
"God she looks so much like you..." He says, looking down at her.
"Except the eyes." I say, a tear falling down my cheek, "She has your gorgeous blue eyes."
I hand the baby to Chris and he smiles.
"What are we going to name this beautiful little girl?" He asks softly.
"We talked about names for all of ten minutes." I say with a soft chuckle.
"How did you come up with August's name?" He asks.
"I wanted his name to mean something." I say, "I found it in a book of German baby names, it just stuck out to me."
"What if we named her after Liv?" He asks.
He nuzzles her face with his nose, kissing her cheek.
"Liv, as in Olivia?" I ask.
"Yeah..." He says softly, sitting on the bed next to me.
"I love it, I do," I say, "She just doesn't look like an Olivia to me."
"I think your right." He says with a soft smile.
